Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊
Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)
Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰
Author’s Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there’s anything you want me to change! 💜
Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.
Bucky: I can’t wait to see you, how long until you get here?
I’ve been thinking on this for a while now and I just don’t think I can stay in this fandom right now. It’s just become so incredibly toxic for so many reasons and I just mentally can’t handle it anymore. I might come back, I don’t know, I might just stay away for good. But this has just become too much. The hatred, the finger pointing, the body shaming, the name calling, it’s just awful and it’s not what a fandom should be. I feel like this fandom has become more well known for being incredibly toxic as opposed to being supportive of Sebastian. It really makes me sad, but it’s gotten to the point that I can’t even think of new stories for Bucky or any of Sebastian’s characters. It’s just to depressing here for me now. I used to come here to get away from the awful parts of the internet because this used to be a really safe and welcoming and understanding fandom that just supported a wonderful actor and person. We all understood that we don’t all have the same ships and we all respected that, now it’s “my ship is the only one that is correct” attitude. We all understood that Sebastian was human and not perfect, now it’s “what can we pick apart today”. We all understood that we didn’t all care for whoever Sebastian was dating and that was okay, now it’s all about harassing his current and ex girlfriends and now even his friends! None of this behavior is okay and I just can’t be part of this fandom right now anymore. Maybe when TFATWS air, I’ll come back to give my thoughts or to freak out about it but I honestly don’t know. Like I said, this used to be a really safe fandom and a safe place for me to come to escape everyday life and just have fun and now it’s not fun anymore. It’s stressful, it’s depressing and it’s triggering. I love all of my followers and I will miss interacting with so many of you but I just can’t do it right now. I’m not going to delete my Tumblr or my Wattpad because if someone enjoyed my stories and finds comfort in them at all, I don’t want to take that away from someone, but I’m logging out.
I love you, stay safe and be kind to yourself and others.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m back, again!! this is just a lil agnsty something i needed to write, for some reason. i hope you enjoy it!
𝐖𝐂: 500 (ish)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: bucky grieves losing you while watching you become someone else’s - inspired by the songs exile and coney island by taylor swift.
Bucky’s eyes wandered through the persistent waves crashing against the shore, wondering if the high tide had anything to do with his emotions – perhaps Mother Nature was also grieving along him.
You escaped through his fingers and he barely noticed. When did he start to lose you?
Bucky Barnes was nothing but a man who wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side – and he was thankful for the opportunity of having so many memories and adventures with you, let’s get this out of the way – however he couldn’t help but wonder where things went wrong. Because, being deadly honest, if Bucky wasn’t yours… who was he?
The cool wind brushed softly against his cheekbones, almost as if the world was comforting his loss.
He vividly remembers the first time he looked in your eyes and, quite honestly, fell over head over heels instantly. What started with shy smiles and whispered greetings soon became the wildest, most passionate adventure of his life. The undying sunshine that bloomed from your lips, your always untied shoelaces and messy hair are nothing but distant memories now.
Bucky wasn’t ready to lose you – but again, he never considered it an option.
A man who was lost in the wrong century – but, somehow, managed to be in the right place at the right time when you accidentally bumped into him – desperately relives the memories of your softness and never-ending kindness. Perhaps that was the issue: you were soft and he treated you like a delicate porcelain doll. The ghost of your smile was slowly replaced by the crushing memory of tears. Just like Alice, you almost drowned in your own emotions when you and Bucky talked for the last time – which resulted in you throwing the promise ring at him.
For the first time since he started to recuperate his memories, Barnes felt lost, drifting unaided in a boundless sea.
Often times, he wishes you could have screamed, or broken his nose – anything to make him noticed how he’d been misreading the lines. You gave so many warning signs, yet he was sightless to all of your efforts.
The lost soldier considered your breakup as one of the worst things that have ever happened to him: that is, until he saw you wrapped in somebody else’s arms. The man who accompanied you was different than… James. Darker eyes, a softer voice. His kind smile never left his lips, mirroring yours. Your newborn love was unlike what you’ve experienced with Bucky, yet you still didn’t know what to feel.
Barnes watched you from afar, as you waited patiently in line for a peculiar experience in one of Coney Island’s many rides. Your date whispered something in your ear and, quite frankly, Bucky doubted it even tickled something inside of you – yet the sweet sound of your laugh filled his ears. It wasn’t fair, to become an exile from the one thing he tried to protect the most, the one thing he would die for – but again, you deserved more than he could give you.
Before your turn comes up, just before you enter the unclean rollercoaster compartment, you see a dark haired man who looked awfully like Bucky. Before the memories have any chance to clog your brain, the ride starts and you’re overcome by an adrenaline rush.
MTH fill for lou2 donation 👉👈
Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader (Past)
Warnings: Heartbreak, angst, mentions of being shot, blood
Summary: She can’t help the pain she feels, Bucky just wants to fix it.
Notes: Based on the song Ghostin - Ariana Grande
Neither of them saw it coming.
He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her.
But now here he is, laying in her bed, their bed, and he can feel her beside him with every harsh rise and fall of her chest.
He can hear her laying there.
Even if he pretends he can’t.
It’s been 586 days since Steve left her, left him, behind and sometimes it still feels as raw as those first few hours.
“I didn’t know who else to call.”
Shallow, hollow, breathless.
She looks so much smaller here now, than he remembers her just a mere few weeks before.
Her voice is raspy, it catches in her throat and comes out in a choked whisper. He’s the first one she’s spoken to in days, the first person she’ll let anywhere near her and still, she doesn’t look up. She just stares straight ahead, eyes fixed on the wall, barely blinking.
He doesn’t know what to say, but she doesn’t need him to speak anyway, just needs someone there, someone to listen to her, someone to keep her company so she doesn’t fall further into the hole she’s already struggling to escape from.
And who better than Bucky Barnes; a man who knows exactly what she’s going through. A man that probably feels as broken as she does.
“It hurts Buck.” A sob erupts from her chest, sucking in air that burns its way through her lungs and Bucky almost collapses at the sight. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”
Bucky had always been sure he could never hate Steve no matter what he did, but right now he was pretty damn close.
Sometimes Bucky forgets she’s not the same person he found in that room. He can still see it though, the pain hidden behind her eyes so skilfully, while she pretends it doesn’t exist.
Sometimes he catches himself tip toeing around her like he had that night, never wanting to cross the wrong line, never knowing the right thing to say, even now.
After all this time, after everything they’ve shared, he still doesn’t know how to fix this.
He doesn’t know how to stop the nights she cries when she thinks he can’t hear.
Days, weeks, months.
Bucky loses track of time, let’s it’s slip through his fingers. He doesn’t count the nights he spends sneaking across the compound, seeking her room in the dark, never thinking twice when she calls him.
He listens to her as she lets it all out. Listens when she curses Steve out for loving Peggy more than he could ever love her, listens to her cry over the fact he choose to go back to his past instead of furthering any future they could have had.
Sometimes he cries too.
Two broken souls, searching for something they’ve lost, within each other.
They’re the only two that can really understand how the other feels. And there’s something oddly comforting about that.
It’s the guilt now, that consumes her more than anything.
Guilt that she still cries over a man that left her while lying next to another that makes her feel nothing but love.
Bucky had been her saviour, her anchor, her sanity.
And she repays him with loud nightmares, calling out for Steve while she’s asleep, silently wishing he hadn’t left so she didn’t have to feel this kind of pain.
She loves Bucky, yet she keeps breaking his heart.
164 days pass before she attempts to resume her normal life.
There’s no baby steps, no easing her self into it over time, no precautions. Nothing.
Instead she leaps, full throttle, no looking back, chasing everything and anything to take her mind off it.
An easy, casual movie night with their friends that she could barely look at once he left, turns into an overseas mission within a week.
Bucky knows it’s too fast, but he’s too afraid to tell her. He doesn’t want to be the reason why the spark in her eyes that’s slowly returning, fades back to darkness so he just agrees to go with her instead.
He doesn’t notice how she’s being careless until it’s too late.
Two bullet wounds, a lot of blood, hours of surgery and Natasha fusses around him like he’s the one that needs looking after.
She can read him like a book and the thought makes him uneasy. He knows she can see it too, the lines are becoming blurry, feelings are getting confused.
He barely survived Steve leaving, he’s positive he won’t make it through losing her too.
Bucky hates the part of him that wishes she’d just let go.
As he stares at the wall ahead of him, keeping his breathing at a steady pace so she doesn’t know he’s awake, he feels his heart ache with the familiar realisation that part of her will always love his best friend.
The thought breaks him.
And just when he’s sure she’s drifted back to sleep, he feels a hand reach for him across the bedsheets, making him do something he hasn’t dared to do before.
He turns around and holds his breath. “You okay doll?”
A blazing argument, heated words, fire in both their eyes.
It’s the both the end and the beginning of something.
Bucky just can’t take it anymore. Three weeks after getting shot she’s volunteering to go back out again and he just sees red.
He refuses to watch her be so reckless, to throw her life around like it means nothing.
Her mission of self destruction had to stop and so he’d screamed at her.
And she screamed right back. Fingers pointing, small hands shoving harshly at his chest, tears in both their eyes.
“Why do you care what happens to me!” She shouts in pure rage, so much anger radiating from her, so oblivious and he just snaps.
“Because I love you Y/N!”
She just stares at him, eyes softening a little in realisation and suddenly he thinks he’s done the wrong thing, confessing a secret that had weighed him down with such cruel guilt.
He turns to leave when a soft hand lands on his wrist and gentle lips find his.
Exhausted, fragile, heartbroken.
She sees it all on his face when her eyes meet his. A sea of blue, his secrets hidden within their depths, and they both fall apart.
He pleads for her to stop, wipes away tears from both of their cheeks, insists she has nothing to apologise for.
But she knows she does. She knows he hears her.
They can’t pretend anymore.
“I don’t know why you’re still here.” It’s stupid and it’s desperate but she says it anyway. Because deep down she really doesn’t understand.
How can a man like Bucky Barnes feel anything for her, when she’s so broken.
“Because I love you Y/N.” He doesn’t hesitate in telling her, two strong hands holding her face so that she’s staring right at him, clinging on to what they have for dear life. He has to make sure she knows he means it. More than anything he’s said before. “I promise nothing will change that.”
A promise he intends to keep.
Even when a heavy hearted Steve Rogers shows up at their door 2 months later seeking Y/N like he never left.
i’m so grateful for this! i cannot believe there are 1,000 of you!! in honor of this milestone, i want to host a sleepover!
date: 1 | 30 | 2021
time: 7:00 p.m.—12:00 a.m.
― 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ―
asks: send in absolutely anything you want to know!! i love answering questions actually, especially the personal ones
requests: i’ll write em! any concept u have for any character i write (see here), whether it’s fluff, smut, or angst—i wanna see it!
headcanons, blurbs, etc.: again, any concept except i’ll write these a bit more fun with more voice instead of writing them as a one-shot, which is what i’ll do with requests!
games: this goes for anything—truth or dare (although dares might be hard, i’ll try my best!); fuck, marry, kill; would you rather; never have i ever; anything you can think of!!
other: i will absolutely answer anything else you send in. if you just wanna talk, added to a tag list, anything…send it in!
This is so cute!!! But I think you wrote it yourself just now in this ask! I guess I can elaborate, though…
Sam, T’challa and Tony whenever Bucky makes a single move:
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader
Summary: Basically, I just wanted to write some Daddy Kink smut. There is approximately zero plot here.
Warnings: very NSFW, DD/lg (aka Daddy Kink), PWP, spanking, lots o’ sex, facefucking, dirty talk, straight FILTH, etc (all the good stuff)
A/N: Everyone in this fic is 18+.
Word count: 2,143
Im watching Misfits again and my love for him is suddenly back… Fuck.
I could not agree more. Also really well said :)
I feel like both Mackie and Seb have been playing characters that are still integral to the story yet still nowhere near the spotlight. The show is definitely a chance for them to be leads, and I would love to see Chris come back to the MCU(in his own time of course) just maybe not as Cap because I mean the representation and the symbol showing people especially young kids that anyone can be Captain America as long as you’ve got the right morals is so important especially in today’s age.
Sir, is this seat taken? Yeah… I mean your lap.
Omg, Keladry of Mindelan would get on *terrifyingly well* with young!Steve and Bucky.
Or rather, Keladry and Steve would get on terrifyingly well. Bucky would be hanging out with Neal going, “oh noooooo there are two of them”. :D
“Then why did you run?”
T’Challa if a buff man was running around in a cat suit trying to kill me because he thought I killed his father I think I’d run too.
“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?”
I mean it’s a #stuckyedit but it’s also an Andy and Jeff one so…
Person A: “I’m no good for you, all I ever do is ruin things, you should just get rid of me, I’m nothing but a stupid, ugly, selfish piece of-“
Person B: “I’m not a violent person by nature, but if you don’t shut the fuck up I will strangle you to death with my undying love.”
Person A, stunned into silence because B is usually so sweet and shy: “…”
Person B: “Now, what do you want for dinner? I’m thinking sushi.”
IT IS MY FANFICTION AND I GET TO DECIDE WHO’S TALLER